Disclaimer: I do not own Starcraft or anything associated with Blizzard. Pleas read, review and enjoy!
Memoirs of a Scoundrel
"You ready to tell me what the hell that was all about?"
Oh if you only knew Jimmy, if you only knew.
It had been a few hours since our little bar fight, the one where Jimmy had royally kicked my ass. In my defense, if I wasn't so drunk I would have kicked his scrawny rear through a bulkhead. Then again, if I wasn't so drunk, I probably wouldn't have gotten into that fight anyway. I'd have probably just killed someone instead.
So many things have been goin down lately, and to say the least, I didn't like where they were leadin. But could I tell him all of this? Tell him I had to kill the Queen of Blades to earn my freedom while Jimmy now wanted to rescue her? No, not with Mengsk watchin me like a damn hawk. So I can only really give you a little bit of what's botherin me old buddy.
"Man, these last few weeks, helping you fight the good fight I finally got a taste of what real freedom is." I almost growled out that last part but I kept myself under control.
"But that's all coming to an end with you chargin off like some damn hero. For a cause I couldn't care less about."
That last bit was completely true. I didn't give much of a damn for the galaxy. Whether it be the Confederacy, the Dominion, some farming colony under attack or whatever else popped up, it didn't mean squat to me. It was all the same, I've only ever cared about people worth carin' about. And I've always been real choosy about who those people are.
"Then what was all that talk earlier? About doing humanity a favor and gettin paid well in the process?"
"Just seems the closer we get to your Queen of Blades…" the closer I get to realizing that you're now damn near hell-bent on rescuing your girl instead of killin her like I'd hoped you'd be. The closer I get to realizing I'm gonna have to betray you in the worst way possible. The closer I get to realizing that if I get the chance, I will pull the trigger. Because I'm not willing to die at someone's push of a damn button. Not when the chance of freedom, true freedom, is almost right in front of me.
And last but not least, the closer we get to the Queen of Blades, the more I realize, that despite how much I hate having to do this, how much I don't want to do this, I'm gonna do it anyway.
I have never betrayed my friends before, not once. I'm not gonna kid anyone, I'm a bad man. In my life I've stolen, I've lied, I've killed, I've conned and I've done a hell of a lot of other bad things. But I've never done wrong by any of my friends. And the fact that I was willing to do so now, that given the choice between my freedom and your happiness Jimmy, I'd take my freedom. And that just tore me up inside.
I guess Mengsk was right, sometimes you don't really know yourself until your freedoms been taken away. I now knew myself very well. And I can't say I was happy with what I knew.
I took a breath, "…well lets just say that things don't always work out the way you plan, Jimmy."
Hell, my plan had pretty much gone to crap. The way I first saw it, you would be willing to kill that bitch because it was the right thing to do or it would save lives. Somethin like that. When I learned you were close once, I understood your hesitation, but I figured you'd still do it even if it tore your heart out. But then somewhere along the line, something changed.
Ever since we reunited on Mar Sara, I've noticed something about you Jimmy. You've been fightin the good fight but something was missing. You didn't quite have the fire in your eyes that I knew you had. But ever since that Valerian told you he could give you a chance to save your girlfriend, I've been seein it in your eyes again. That fire I know you for.
It was the same fire I saw when you volunteered to infiltrate that Kel Morian POW camp back during the Guild Wars. The fire that I knew that once you got it in your eyes, nothing could stop you.
"I need you with me on this one Tychus. Trust me. For old times sake."
That's just it Jimmy, I do trust you. Hell you're probably the most trustworthy man I know in the entire sector. Even if I'm pissed at you for having some sort of damn white knight complex, even if I'm jealous as hell you got to have a life, have your freedom while I rotted in New Folsom, I still trust you. Thats part of why I didn't want to do this.
"Alright, alright I'm with ya." What the hell else could I say?
"That's my boy." Jimmy then turned around and headed to talk to that Horner kid back at the bridge.
"Old times…" I whispered.
Those were some damn good times. But they hadn't exactly ended well for me. And now I'm afraid that no matter what happens on Char, these good times that I was having with Jimmy now, were comin to an end. And it wouldn't end well this time either.